More than the obligatory disclaimer: I don't own Glee, I don't own the copyrights to that great production and music, but I do own this piece of writing. Of course if you've seen the ep, you'll know exactly which words are mine and which are from the show.

I dedicate this piece to ADearHunny, whose support I really appreciated and with deep prayers from my heart, I hope will be okay.


Kurt Hummel does Last Season by jobelle516

S6 Ep1

Father Chris sits overlooking the printed production of S6 Ep1.

The printed production consists of photo prints with white subtitles.

With a bright gold marker he circles inappropriate images that have escaped the strict standards control board.

"Too much flesh exposure, not on!" he circles over Rachel's left near Hollywood accident. Turning another page, "Good grief, too much here as well." A pencil case of a skirt allows too much exposed thighs. She's sitting watching Blaine sing.

"I really hope this gets better. The script is boring and dull." Turning the page, he folds them down firmly and brushes away invisible dust.

#

Intro Figgins, serving at the Lima Bean Café. He pulls down controls for a generous amount of yoghurt into a tall cup. He adds chocolate ice-cream and milk.

He hears snickering from the junior workers to the side of him. "What are you children talking about?"

Always the one with the dreadlocks talks on behalf of the group. "Old man, you're too old to be working here, and …."

"I will have you know that there is nothing I can not do. Just because Sue Sylvester has, ruined my name to work at McKinley as the principal, the janitor and the school crossing supervisor, does not mean I can not make great milk shakes and serve lattes…"

"Old man you have nothing else to do …."

Figgins raises a stop hand to his co-worker, calmly puts down the tall cup. "I will have you know that to find your place in the world, to find your new direction, you have to lose everything and then you will find yourself and start over again."

He removes his apron, "I will see you tomorrow."

#

Father Chris turns the page. "Excellent, some Klaine. Now we're talking."

Kurt and Blaine have a private booth, tucked away from the eyes of other patrons. The restaurant is romantic with candles, gentle music and heavy material on the walls to absorb conversation sounds.

They hold hands over the table. Blaine raises, leans over and kisses Kurt again.

"Okay, that's two too many. What's going on?" Kurt puts his napkin down and sits back.

He watches Blaine nervously fiddle with a bag to his side. Pulling out some papers, "I have something for you." He hands Kurt the papers and takes a big swig of his glass of water.

As Kurt reads down the page, turns it and reads some more, annoyance and definite anger can be visibly seen. "What the hell is this Blaine?" He bangs the papers down.

"Um, well, it's like this…. I um, … my parents think it's a good idea if we … um, well, if we …" Perspiring profusely, his hands shaking as he moves plates, glasses and cutlery in front of him.

"Blaine! Leave them be!" Blaine jumps. He slowly lifts his eyes to meet Kurt's.

"It's a prenup agreement. My mother and father have one and it's pretty standard inside …." He points to the pages.

"No Blaine, I'm not signing a prenup." Kurt sucks in the side of his bottom lip and bites it.

"But it's to protect you as well as me, in case …."

"In case of what? Us breaking up?"

"Well, hopefully that would never happen. But it's to just say what I have in assets before we get married. I'll sign one for you too." Tears form and Blaine tries to reign in his mouth and cheeks giving way to sobbing. Something that Kurt has expressed he is tired of Blaine doing, so Blaine will get his own way.

"Blaine, I'm certain that I have way more assets than you. But I'm not drawing one up for you to sign."

"Well, my parents will leave a huge investment for me, when they pass on and …."

"And nothing. I'm not signing a prenup because I don't believe in them. Hopefully we never part. But if we do part one day, we'll deal with things then. Marriage is joining the two of us in a committed bonding relationship. You provide for me and I provide for you, and if children come along then we provide for them." He takes another mouthful of white wine. "But a prenup. Well that sours expectations and stifles our natural growth."

"Um, well I'm not sure what my parents will say about you not signing. I don't know if they'll give their approval and …"

"Enough Blaine." Reaching for Blaine's hands, he holds them together in his own. "This is too much. It is one thing after another with you and us. Every time we make some progress along come your parents and put things in between."

"No, no, no. Don't say things like that."

"Well it's true. The other day we had a three hour argument over the housework. You like the towels folded one way and I another. But arguments getting out of hand because you left paste on the towel and when I wiped my eye I got some in there. And then you constantly crying to get your own way. It's just, … just… so comp-li-cated."

He holds Blaine's hands tight and raises them to his own cheek. Feeling how warm they are against him, and feeling Blaine's pulse moving so fast, he looks up to Blaine. The pulse on his neck is moving as fast, in sync with his wrist.

Kurt kisses his hands and pushes 'em back toward Blaine.

"I, I can't do this anymore. I just can't." He grabs his manbag and a bread roll.

"What?"

"It's just too much and annoyingly complicated. It's one thing, one … after …. a-noth-er."

Blaine grabs at Kurt's wrist, as he stands. "No please don't leave like this? We haven't even eaten."

"I'm sorry but …"

"But nothing, lets forget it happened and just go on as we were."

"No Blaine. I can't live with occasional lies and annoyances."

"But I love and care about you. And …."

"And the constant wondering if either of us has cheated on the other?" Kurt's face is dropped and questioning.

This is the clincher of their hurts. The ability to trust the other to stay faithful and not have to keep wondering.

"Blaine. As long as I keep wondering what you're doing and who you're with, I'll never be certain if I'm ready to get married. But putting a prenup into the equation? Well that adds lemon icing to my rum chocolate soufflé."

{sniffle}

Father Chris closes the printed production. He's had enough for one sitting.

He picks the phone up and calls his producer friend.

"Hi how are you?" He enquires of his friend. "Yes I've read some of it. it's not good but it'll probably pass. I just wanted you to know though that it's just a tv show, it's not who you are. You're not going to be defined by this production if it's a failure. The future will judge you by what you do to come back from it, if it fails and if it doesn't then you'll reap good rewards."

He listens to his friend and fiddles with the textas.

"Okay, well bye for now."

He turns the publication sideways and writes over the cover, in thick black ink 'The beginning of the end ~ Amen'.


Extra author notes from a cute author: Well, what'd you think? pshsssst rhetorical question.